Quotes About Attachment

First love fixes a life for ever: this much I have discovered over the years. It may not outrank subsequent loves, but they will always be affected by its existence.

Todas as histórias de amor são potenciais histórias de dor. Se não no princípio, depois. Se não para um, para o outro. Às vezes para ambos.

how weird it would be to have around you only as many books as you have time to read in the rest of your life. And I remain deeply attached to the physical book and the physical bookshop.

First love fixes a life for ever: this much I have discovered over the years.

Would you rather tear up your own expressions of love, or the ones you had received?

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

If we had the choice, then there would be a question. But we don't, so there isn't. Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

But you cannot leave Susan. How could you bear to withdraw your love from her? If you didn't love her, who would? And maybe it is worse than this. It is not just that you love her, but that you are addicted to her. How ironic would that be?

Don't ever have dogs, Paul. They die on you, and then there comes a point when you don't know whether to get one last one or not. One for the road. So here we are, Sibyl and me. Either I'll die and break her heart or she'll die and break mine. Not much of a choice, is

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

Siente él lo mismo que ella, un torbellino persistente que le aporrea el corazón? Con todo lo que ha perdido, lo único que sabe ahora es que a él no puede perderlo...en la vida.

Only two things kept her from loathing him. The expression on his face when he'd said, France. And the expression on his face when he'd said, home.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor. Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

Like it or not, she was going to belong to him.

Did you get a good look at her, then?" he added in a rush. Alec nodded. "You'll be taking her with you, won't you?" The Kincaid stared at the old man a long minute before answering. "Aye, Beak. I'll be taking her with me.

She does not remember saying to you, the other night, right after your father left the room, He loves me more than I love him. She does not remember saying to you, a moment later, I can hardly wait until he comes back.

Are you going to redye it? No. My mother hates it, so I'm going to keep it, I said.

I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.

Only a fool gives up his one treasure.

Allow someone to become too dear to you and you give your enemy a weapon more deadly than the sharpest sword, more lethal than the strongest poison.

Not so easy. Give your heart to someone and you spend your life in fear of losing them. In terror of seeing them hurt.

Just because you're bron to someone, it doesn't mean you belong to them.

Every time she went home she found herself being criticized. She was accused of being too attached to her family, which was condemned as a bourgeois habit, and had to see less and less of her own mother.